He stands in the darkness, watching as Winter suddenly appears amongst the strangers, her golden coat looking silver in the starlight. This should be interesting. She had been the first mare to settle here with him, and is as fiery as the copper color of her hair. To his surprise, she seems to be behaving herself. While he cannot hear everything they are saying, it's quite evident that she means only to help the wounded youth.

Then the rogue mare begins to act hostile.

Knowing he should step in before things get out of hand - or worse, before they attract unwanted canine attention - Solgar steps out of his hiding place and briskly trots toward the trio, ears pinned to show he means business. Sliding up beside Winter, he eyes the dark mare suspiciously, silently warning her to behave, before turning his attention to the yearling. With the colt's near-identical black points, dark face, and silvery roaning across his torso, Solgar experiences a strong sensation of deja vu.

"I think an explanation is in order."